Wow, I just had a fascinating experience: I am writing a report for my job, and I am tired of writing at home, so I am sitting in my local Starbucks, wearing my SUB 200T. I glanced up at a guy in a white, long-sleeved shirt with his sleeves rolled up, walking out of the Starbucks, wearing a Rolex Submariner.
No...wait...that isn't a Sub...what is it? Is that a Blancpain 50 Fathoms? Yeah, I think it is.
So I'm staring at this guy's wrist, and I realize that he is staring at me. So, I’m thinking that he is wondering why this weird guy ingym shorts and a desert camouflage t-shirt is staring at him, and then Irealize that he isn’t staring at me: he’s staring at my wrist, at my Doxa.